Two years before, Charles was supposed to marry Pierre Gasly, his best friend and the love of his life. Until Natalia Kouroukovska entered the equation. Two weeks before his marriage to Pierre, Natalia had informed Charles that killers were after them, especially after Charles. He had fled to Russia to protect Pierre, not even informing his fiancé of his departure. Pierre would be safer away from him. Charles wasn't stupid of course. He knew that Pierre was going to try to find him. His ex-fiancé had no limits and would never give up and...Charles loved him so much. Charles was always in contact with George, Pierre's best friend, who informed him of Pierre's progress in his quest and if the hitmen had found him. But no, the Frenchman was not moving forward, fortunately.

By now, Charles was well established in Moscow, living with Natalia in a huge house near the market and the royal palace. He had his habits: first the market, the postman, the river, then some fencing practice before taking on his role of Robin Hood who steals from the rich to give to the poor.

This was how Charles found himself on the roof of a mansion with his thief mask on, observing the house to make sure he could steal quietly. A strange feeling had followed him since the beginning of the day, almost sure that he had seen a lookalike of his ex-fiance in the middle of the market crowd. “Shut up, Charles.” He muttered to himself. “It wasn’t Pierre.” He continued his surveillance of the house, dressed all in black even his mask which covered half of his face.